The first time you really met Tashi was when Art brought you home.

You'd been friends with him for two years, and even if he hadn't been so bad at keeping secrets from you, you would've figured out what he was soon enough. Safe to say the rest of the Olympic Coven wasn't thrilled that a townie had become their greatest security risk, but that's why you were invited over.

Better to make nice than move towns again so soon. That's what everyone thought, at least. Everyone but Tashi.

The peculiar family relationship had been explained to you, 'siblings' that were partnered up. So initially, after that first meeting, you imagined that Tashi and Art were the next of multiple, that she was cold because she thought you were attempting to steal her mate.

Not that it was fully improbable from an outside perspective; the two of you were close, you'd been questioning further about being turned, desperate to get away from home and your human life, and you spent almost all of your time balled up on Art's chaise lounge listening to his music.

But after a particularly long winded and and scoff-filled conversation with Art, you were assured that that was not the case. He couldn't give you a satisfying answer to why she hated you, though, and it only confirmed that you needed to take things into your own hands.

After Art had gone out with his dad and brother for a hunt, you wandered into the living room, conveniently happening upon Tashi. She stood with a sigh, all too eager to get out of your presence, but you spoke before she could leave. "Why do you hate me so much?"

It took her a moment, but then she set her book down, slender fingers completely steady. She sized you up as she walked towards you, eyes cold and observing. And then she finally speaks, her voice as smooth as the silk kimono she wore loosely over her shoulders. "You have no respect for your life. No one chose to be turned. But you have a choice. And you're making the wrong one."